girlicious - t15.

Written: December 23, 2008 @ 10:48pm

eight-two-threes and heartbreak.
i need to get this off my chest.
not quite sure why i always let it phase me,
but i just need to write.
i need to write because i hate it,
and i don't want to feel it anymore.
as much as i try to dismiss everything,
i find myself lingering on what could be, what could of been.
sometimes i just want to throw in the towel,
let my heart take it from here.
but i gotta be smart, don't let it overcome me.
i know in the deepest of the depths,
that i am not alone in this.
i just want to leave reality for a bit,
go wander and float in a world where no one else,
but who matters, and only matters, is in it.
sometimes i just want to scream out loud,
hit the cold hard pavement with my fists.
blame the stars for cursing my heart,
and point my finger at god knows who and ask why?
can i express all of it?
i know, for a damn fact, i'm not the only one who wants to confess.
i can't and don't want to take it anymore,
because i do not want to look back over my shoulder,
over and over, over and fuckin over, always and over again.

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vent-ilicious.

xoxo,
Kristine

Closet Thing I Could Write About Love.

Written: December 21, 2008 @ 7:31pm

everyday i get lost in the deeply covered grange of your expressions

and i search upon the stars to find a twinkle in your astonishing eyes

i breathe your scent into mines as it fills every nerve
to the tips of my fingers

and my thoughts begin to fog as i close my eyes
and picture the beautiful of your face

i cannot explain the rush of fluid tingles as my fingers feel for yours

and i cannot define my own beliefs as i see the
truth escaping of your every pore

there isn't much i can say but the pinnacle of
euphoria you've unlocked in me

nor can i express the definite arrays of
sunlight that beams off your love

i've never been enclosed so tight within a rose that smells so sweet

nor have i the strength to dismay the petals of
security you peel for me

there is no definition for the purity of your
mesmerizing hold i've been drawn to

nor an explanation of how deep within the oceans of
your heart i've fallen through

if i had words to explain my love for you--

they would run faster than the wind,

soar higher than the stars,

tower higher than the mountains,

but that is not all--

for once in my life, words don't seem enough

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hey! i promised you guys a poem right? Lol, so there you go. I've been itching to write a very deep love poem, and that's all i could come up with at the moment. hahaha. i tried. lols [: i don't have much to work with, if you know what i mean... hahahahaha. but when that day comes, i'm sure it'll be more mushy for you guys! lolll. okay well until next time... in case i don't come back soon, i'll wish you guys a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

xoxo,

Kristine

The Art of Being Single

The Art of Contentment.
For most of us, being single will be more of a phase than a final destination. This is the best place to practice the art of contentment. Someday, I'm sure most of us will fall in love and get married. But the thing is, love will always be tested. Someone more handsome,beautiful, more charming, richer, funnier, sweeter would come along. If you have not practiced the art of contentment as a single person, chances are you would be tempted to want that and not cherish your chosen one. Practicing the Art of Contentment as a single person means that you take what life gives you, good or bad, you're willing to see it through. It means you don't walk away everytime things get tough because it builds in you patience, perseverance, understanding and a hundred different virtues that people in a hurry will never have. Being single means you would find how it feels to be alone thus, allowing you to cherish every moment you spend with your chosen one. The art of contentment means you wouldn't mind if life had to make you wait for so long to find the love of your life, because you know that the waiting would only make the finding much sweeter.

A Time to Know Yourself Better.
Being single is a time of your life when you can get to know yourself better. You can pursue different interest and passions without having to ask another person's approval. It is a phase when you can keep focus on other things, discover your potentials and talents, and see yourself become more than what you expect to be. Allow yourself to surprise you. Stop wasting precious energy trying to figure out why you're still romantically unattached. It's all in the mind. Take the time to go see your friends, spend time with your family, do charity work and you will realize that you are not, and never for one moment, was alone. Try to get to know yourself first before you try to get to know other people. To be truly loved means to be known and accepted for who you are. How do you expect other people to know you and to love you, when you don't know who and what you really are?A Choice Between Good and Best. Sometimes the dilemmas we face are not between what is absolutely bad and absolutely good. Sometimes, it's between good and best. Treat this stage of your life as a phase to evaluate who is good for you and who is best for you. Sometimes, you won't hear music, or feel magic to know who's best for you. The heart just knows and it doesn't need any romantically charged scenario to decide on the matter. Trust in your heart, and trust that time will eventually lead you to, not to the perfect partner, but to the most suitable partner for you. Being single is a phase of life that we need to be thankful for, because being single means our hearts have yet to choose the best one for us.

Take Your Time, the World Will Wait.
Being married doesn't guarantee that it will make your life happy. It doesn't guarantee anything at all. Sometimes, it only brings two miserable people together only to make their life even more miserable. Without the right intention, the emotional maturity, financial security and of course, unwavering love, you're better off unattached.Living Life. Don't put your life on hold for Mr. and Mrs. Right but don't let it waste away with Mr.or Mrs. Wrong. Life is about things that you do and happen to you everyday. It's not about the things that could have happened but never did, or things that you think would happen in the future. Live life now. Live it to the fullest and stop beating yourself up, trying to be perfect on a Saturday night date. Allow life to surprise you with it's most wonderful blessings.

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found this on Leslie's page, and i loved it [: thought i should share with you all!

sorry i haven't posted a poem in a while, i promise i'll have one up soon!

xoxo,
Kristine

Caught Up.

Written: November 18, 2008 @ 9:59pm

Barricaded.

he came, locked up, sprawling, grabbing.

trying to intertwine my fingers with his, strangling.

his manic expression, his depressing wanting.

i tried to run.

Trapped.

he conquered, sword down, feet gripping.

alluring me with his voice, his lips, his eyes.

his persuasiveness, his pervasiveness.

i tried to scream.

Never would i have believed his presence.

For i never knew such a monster.

His eagerness and his perseverance.

He intoxicated me with every breath of him i took.

Always i felt a no need for a stronger power.

But he shackled me into his soul, his heart.

He stole me without my consent nor my choice.

He became my life and I know now, why I am his prisoner.

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haahahah. so this started off with me thinking about how i want to run away from my feelings but i can't kuz they got me on lockdown.. and it turned out like that... and i laughed at myself because the outcome of it reminds me so much of..... edward cullen. LOLLLLLL! damnn... twilight on my brain 24/7... cant even go a few minutes without thinking about it.. and when im not thinking about it, my subconscience is. hahahaha. but anywayyy, theres a new poem for u guys! i know it's been a while..hahaha. soemthing finally irkkkeddd me so i had to get it out. but i didn't expect it to turn out like THAT. lmaoooo. but sure sure enjoy! [=

xoxo,
Kristine

La la la la Lahve.

hi hi hi. i realized i haven't posted any of my poems in a while! hehehe. so i have 2 love poems for you guys. i hope you enjoy!

Together As One

carry me,

to Cloud Nine

where all i am is He,

and what i feel is not blind.

drift me away,

to the Farthest of the Far

where close to Him i'll lay,

and never again wish amongst a star.

breath me in,

to the depths of The Soul

where i could smell His security within

and go to the heart in which i stole.

stay with me forever,

to the Outfields of Eternity

where He will never say never

and we shall share eachother for infinity

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Layers of Sleep

Layer one is like wax paper for your brain.

Lines are distorted, but shapes can be seen.

It's thick like milk, but fluid all the same.

I could swim in it, but I'm at risk of drowning.

It's like your eyes.

Layer two is like parchment paper for your thoughts.

Everything is sepia toned, and the fibers are just thick enough to dull your senses.

It's suffocatingly sweet, the consistency of honey.

There's hardly breathing room, but i'm content, comfortable.

It's like your embrace.

Layer three is like a concrete wall to keep your emotions in check.

Cold and dark, or maybe bright and warm, but you're too numb

To react, to feel, to process it all.

Firm, sturdy, like wood.

It moves with me, resists me, for me, against me, pushes and pulls.

It's like your kiss.

Layer four is like a steel door between you and the world.

No dark, no light. No sound, no silence.

It's abrasive and solid, but not indestructible, like brick.

With enough wind and rain, it chips, it flakes.

An earthquake could collapse it, but I alone cannot.

It's like your heart.

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we ended the poetry section in my CW class, but that definitely doesn't mean i'll stop posting for you guys! lols. but yeahhh, until next time. hope you guys liked the love poems. i haven't written a genuine love poem in a while, so there you have it [=. ta ta for now!

xoxo,

Kristine

I Found My Passion, Deeper.

He Sees Him In My Eyes

In the car, volume low
Preaches he does, in wise lyrics
Listen I do, tuning into his station
“Dream Big Honey”

Dinner table, with eager ears
Words, wisdom passed around on a platter
Take a serving of it, support and encouragement
“Dream Big Honey”

Mirror, I see, though not I
Him, I see, instead
Reflections discovered
He sees me,
I see him

Daddy always told me to
Dream Big
Engrossing, I must confess, to
Dream Big
I’ll do it for us, for him, to
Dream Big

Dream bigger, though
I promised.

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We had to write about our father's. And describe a trait about him that describes him the best. I picked encouraging=].

Tickin'

The grains of said inch down slowly

Time ticks by, tick tock tick tock

You see your life flash by like a sudden story

Everything seems so vivid, like an intricate thought

Who would have known you can watch Life

See it pile up quickly

See it move faster to the tip of a knife

Hairs on your arm stand up making your skin prickly

Time they say is of the essence

Yet slowly and surely it reaches it's end

Nothing more than just a spirtual presence

Gathering it's weight, tilting, about to bend

The hourglass of life is waiting

Patiently and impatiently it's making you frown

No use of watching your trapped in and staying

Just live your life, before the sand weighs you down

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Professor Miner threw a bunch of objects on the ground and he said to pick the thing that interested you the most. I picked the hourglass.

Grip.

One holds the other.

Strong hand, weak hand

Gripping tightly for security

Blistering because of protection

One holds the other.

Forceful penetration

Inviting situation

Sweaty pamls from persuasion

Crackly skin from perseverance

One holds the other.

Equality is screaming

Opposition is succumbing

Height becomes the tower

Strength becomes the backbone

One holds the other.

They hold eachother

They intertwine their fingers

They are together connected as one

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Same thing Prof. Miner did, but with random postcards. I found a postcard that had hands all over the place and they were gripping a stick. For some reason, I could not get my mind away from Edward and Bella's relationship. hahahahah!

SOOOOOOOOO. There are 3 poems I wrote from yesterday's clas... Anyway.. like this post says... I found what I absolutely love doing, and.... i want to do it for sure in the future.. i want to write... but not as a hobby, maybe a part-time job on the side?? Yeah.. I can't see my future without me writing.. I want to take it to another level... And fckn i HELLA LOVE my creative writing class. I was so used to writing about emotions like love or sadness or whatever.. i never really touched on the things we do in class.. it opened my eyes to see how beautiful writing is.. aahaha yeah.... and get this, i'm so proud of myeslf because all the poems we have to write is in 5 minutes.. not too shabby eh? imagine if i had more time.. =] fabulous! hahah ok be back soon.

xoxo,
Kristine

In the Distance.

Written: September 10, 2008 @ 11:10 pm

swallowed by the alone
grabbed by the solo
harassed by the feeling of being one
taunted by the feeling of two

yet here i stand
feet gripping the solid ground
with my heart enclosing the broken
fingers intertwining with the empty

pounding on the floor with my fist
breaking the solidarity with my wants
coldness of cement pierces my heart
firmness then resassures my touch

vividly i see stretching path
flowers bloom slowly and carefully
hugging the beauty with my fragile arms
i kiss my future passionately

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Yet again I am surprised where my mind is at. That is the beauty of writing.

xoxo,
Kristine

Stolen Breath.

written: september 8, 2008

shivering against the stone cold bricks
he warmed my soul as his sweaty palms
traced the contours of my body
from my fragile and pale cheekbones
to the sides of my quivering hips

his breath lingered against my whimpering chest
but his heartbeat steadily kept its normal pace
felt my knees give out involuntarily as i blushed
his strong arms held me tightly to his security

mangled and anxious as his dark eyes stared deeply
his severity and hunger were so alarmingly present
couldn't comprehend, let alone think coherently
felt my heart stop beating momentarily

intertwining his warm fingers with mine
felt his icy breath whisper sweet nothings
dazed and intoxicated by his every move, his every touch
couldn't find my lungs to inhale, exhale

the sunlight danced around us but i didn't see
birds chirped all around us but i didn't hear
wind blew cold but i didn't feel
moss floated in the air but i didn't taste

i was safe there
no world of mine existed
but together it did
forever, i knew i was there

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in CW class, the topic was to describe feelings without actually stating what it was in 5 minutes. can you guess the feeling? =]. i'll tell you... lust! hahah. yeah.... ahhaha okay thats all! i'll most likely be posting all of my poems i write from CW. k? k. night.

p.s. chivalry is dead! when it comes back alive, i'll bend over backward for it. hahaha

xoxo,

Kristine

Pick A Word.

The Darkness of the Moonlight

She's got a pocket full of moonlight

Sitting on her windowsill she looks out to death

She's been touched by the night,

Eaten by the dark

Ever so dimmly she sees her life flash

Before her watery pools of eyes

She's begging quietly, silently

To an unknown savior, a useless protector

She closes her eyes as a single sliver of light

Peeks through her blackened drapes

She's alone

She seens no one, no one sees her

Her skin is pale like the moon

Her image is faint against the stars

For once in her black tunnel

There is no light

Only endless roads leading to no where

She's gone, disappeared

She's lonely, alone, lonesome

No one holds her cold hand

She's been forgotten

While the rest of the world sings Que Sera Sera!

She's not living anymore

Nor is she feeling

She's went on, alone

She's got a pocket full of moonlight.

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Okay wow, I was trippen down there in the previous poem entry! Hahahaha. The feeeeeeezy. Lols. I wanna slap myself for that one..LOL. but i never delete poems, so i'll leave it there. it's just like. umm Kristine, are you serious?! Hahahah. BUTTT yeah lol.

Umm anywayyyy. I wanted to post the poem we had to write about in creative writing class today.. Our teacher threw out random words on the board, and we had to pick one and write something dark/depressing/sad and contrast it with a foreign word/phrase that is totally the opposite. and this is waht i came up with in 5 minutes. (yes, we were timed). i thought it turned out pretty interesting.. ^^ check it out!

xoxo,

Kristine

Scratch That, I Hope...

Written: September 1, 2008 @ 9:39pm

first off let me say this
i dont know
why
but i do know
that it's something i'm
surprised
about.

must of been the
flashbacks
or the past shit
catching up
hell if i know.

but i feel
guilty
for even harboring
what i am
feeling.

and i'm even more
bothered
that i'm taking the
intiative
to remind myself
that i
feel
the way i feel.

fuck
i can't even really
explain
why
or yet alone
what
i'm feeling.

it's a mixture of
emotional overrides
and i can't seem to get a grip
on this rollercoaster
nor can i even
focus on what
it
is or even
why
it is.

i need some
clarity
or maybe just a bit of
hope?
no, scatch that.
reason.
that's more like it.

reason for why i'm feeling
this
green monster
no, not green.
red, pink, no.
white.
fcuk, what do i know now?

can't
explain
nor can i find any type of
solidarity
or even a
simple
answer.

it's
complicated,
and i
hate
it to the core that i'm even
feeling
thinking
harboring
all of this,
BULLSHIT.

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Damn, it's been a minute since I needed to emotionally cleanse myself. But damn.... I guess I had to....

xoxo,

Kristine

Obsessed.

**EDIT 7/31/08**
I moved my Twilight obsession to here: click.

Hey what's up! I haven't been on here in agessss. I haven't had much "emotional cleansing" to do lately! Hahah, (you know how I usually write poetry when I need to wrap my head around things). Haha, anway. So I thought I should change it up a little and start actually "blogging" you know. Haha. Although my days are pretty much routine. You know the, "same shit different day". Hahaha. Speaking of routine, I am lightweight embarassed that I'm going to admit this! Haha, I am so fcukin obsessed with Twilight. I mean I was always a fan of Stephenie Meyer and her Twilight Saga, but ever since I found out that it was going to be made into a movie... I totally flipppppppped! Haha, so... I'm pretty much a "Twi-Hard". What is that you ask? Well. Basically I am over-ly obsessed with the Twilight saga, and I pretty much squeal and squirm everytime I come across anything Twilight. Hhahaha (hence the freaking blog post of being obsessed about it) Haha. Anyway, I thought since everyone who is a TwiHard posts their feelings about the Twilight movie, how about I go ahead and express some of my own?

• I think Kristen Stewart is perfect for Bella. Although she didn't cross my mind at first, from watching videos of her playing the part, I think she'll totally live up to it! Kristen was always one of my favorite actors, her beauty is so natural! Just like Bella's.
• Now, I wasn't a fan of Rob Pattinson when he played Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter. He was supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous, (from the way JK Rowling said) and I remember I highly disapproved of him. BUT, "vampire-d out" as Edward Cullen?! Fuccck, I must say that I fell into his spell, they made him look PERFECT. He seems like he's grasped Edward's character fully, and I'm sure he'll do a superb job at it.
• Jacob Black! Aww, I think Taylor Lautner will do great. I loved him in Sharkboy and Lava girl. At first when I found out that he aws going to play Edward, I couldn't help but be like. "What? He's so young!" But, when I saw him all grown-up, I was like. Yes, he's perfect for Jacob=].
• As for the other Cullens, I think all of them fit. At first, I was a bit oblivious to the fact that Nikki Reed from Thirteen was going to play Rosalie, but after watching a few interviews of her about playing Rosalie, I think her acting will do the job. She is in fact, a really good actress. I think Ashley Greene fits Alice! I pictured Alice exactly like her. Kellan Lutz and Jackson Rathbone also fit Emmet and Jasper. Although I pictured Emmet to be hugeee, I think Kellan will do great, I've seen his acting. As for Carlisle and Esme? I pictured Kate Beckinsale; I haven't seen much of Elizabeth Reaser's acting, but I'm guessing she's good at it. Peter Facinelli as Carlisle? I couldn't agree more.
• Nomads! I think Cam Gigandet is perfect. Since I picture this guy as a rough ass, tough ass, (Never Back Down) I think he'll do well as James. Also from watching the video of Bella and James in the ballet room, you can't help but squeal when watching. As for Rachelle Lefevre as Victoria? I don't know really, she seems too pretty/innocent-looking. But I'm sure with make-up they'll make her look hella deranged hahaha. Hmm, a black guy as Laurent? (Okay, call me stereotypical but, black vampires? ahahahha okay that's mean) But I've seen Edi Gathegi act, and he's a coo actor.

So, there's my two cents on the actors chosen for the cast. I'm so syked that Twilight is becoming a movie. Although it's like half a year away from now! I wish time would speed up. Hahaha. But DAMN, it's coming out two weeks after Harry Potter? Whaaaaaaat. But honestly, I think that I love the Twilight Saga more than Harry Potter. (??? Seriously ???) Haha, maybe I'm just saying that because Twilight is everywhere right now. I'm not gonna lie, when it's "Harry Potter" season, I get equally obessed. But no doubtttt, Twilight is the shitttttttttttt. And I think I might have to say I like it a teensy weensy bit better than Harry Potter! *Gasps.

Okay, moving on to more Twilight talk! BREAKING DAWN anyone? Who else's patience is fcukin wearing thin on waiting?! Man, I've reread the exclusive chapter from the special edition of Eclipse like hella times already. (Yes, I have it on my laptop hahah. Don't ask how I got it, I searched and searched!) Lol. Man but let me say this. This is what I want to happen in BD.

• Bella becoming a vampire (of course!)
• Jacob to imprint!
• "Compromise" fulfilled between Bella and Edward
• Mrs. Isabella Marie Swan Cullen (of course!)
• For some sick reason, I want the Volturri to interfere really badly

That's all I really want FOR SURE to happen in this book. I know I'm gonna prolly get all that and moreeeeeeeee but that's what I hella itch for! Haha =]. Ohhhh, speaking of BD. (Like an obsessed fan who thinks she has a chance) I entered the BD Concert Series Sweepstakes that's going to be in NYC. Damn, pray for me that I win. (Yeah right, one in a million chance! Haha),

Hmmmmmmm, okay I think that's enough for my whole Twilight schpeel. But, I'm a loser and I have to throw out some of my favorite videos of Twilight-related-stuff of courseeeeeeee.

Hahahha. Okay so likeeeee. Before I end this post, I'm going to say... If you haven't read Twilight, YOU SHOULD! I promise you'll love it=] If you're into the romantic/suspense kind of shit, you'll LOVE the Twilight Saga. =]

Alright, till next time!

xoxo,
Kristine

Head In The Clouds.

Powerful Words by Ellen Hopkins

Strong

enough to latch on

to me, bear the weight and

lift

me, induce buoyancy,

float me in a brilliant, blue sky

above

the reach of personal demons.

So peaceful, in the canopy, beyond

distress

and self-incrimination. I wanted

to stay there forever.

Impossible

of course. Life drove away

and almost immediately,

fantasy

clamped down around me,

slammed me back down to Earth.

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Wrap your head around that. Its some deep ass shit eh? Hahaha. =] Nothing beats having your mind in the clouds when you're just trynna stop life momentarily and not have to worry about shit..... But it sucks when you have to return to reality! ahaha. Mmhmmm. Ellen Hopkins is pretty tight. I had to post this poem from her book "Crank" kuz it was the one that hella stood out to me. If you get a chance, check out her books. It's siick kuz she tells her stories in poetry-form. Yup, digg it. Okay well til next time! =]

xoxo,
Kristine

What Is Lost, Will Be Found.

Written: May 19, 2008 @ 4:35pm

Find.

Amongst the misty mountains,
and the tired green plains.
Once in a lifetime,
There you'll find.

Whether it's glistening on the pond,
Or twinkling against the unbreakable ice.
It's hidden amongst all the beauty,
There you'll find.

From the gorgeous clear blue skies,
to the sootihng sound of the pitter patter of raindrops.
Through and through,
There you'll find.

It's as innocent as the spring rose slowly blooming,
and it's as delicate as the dandelion being carried with the wind.
Search.

It's as strong as the waterfalls rippling against the rocks,
and as relieving as the calm current babbling across the brooks.
Search.

It's as unbelieveable as the northern lights,
and as assuring as the sunrise.
Search.

They say it's something you can't see,
like the wind that blows or the heat that burns.
But in all it's magic,
You can see the feeling in it.

The joy,
The happiness,
The truth,
The center of everything.

In love,
There you'll find
Exactly what
You've been looking for.

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It's been a minute since I wrote me some poetry! I wrote this while sitting on a bench at school, just listening to the wind rustle against the trees and I came up with this. Lols=]. I always say this but really, its interesting where my mind can be and I dont even know it until I write poetry! Lols. I've "found" myself. Hahahah just kidding. I mean like, I've found what's in the back of my head, like usual. But yeahhh, anyway! It's summer now, and I feel a good one coming=] Okay, til next time!

xoxo,
Kristine

UNordinary.

Written: May 8, 2008 @ 12:01am

You wan't to hear a poem?
Here's a poem. Not your ordinary poem.
But a poem where the words speak for itself.

Those FCUK you poems,
im NEEDING you poems,
and the SOMEONE hurt me poem.

Of course the i LOVE my life poems,
stand up for YOURSELF poems
and the I believe in myself DEEPLY poem.

You know those ACCEPT the path you're given poems,
LEARN to get through it poems,
and that LIVE it up poem.

I know you know those make your DREAM come true poems,
appreciate what you HAVE poems,
and the have FAITH poem.

Can't forget those all I see is YOU and me poems,
I can't believe you're what I DESERVE poems,
and the all I feel with you is HAPPINESS poem.

Feel the poem?
Kuz like no other poems,
this poem is a poem that has all poems.

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Yo! After writing this poem, I was like.. Hmm, clever. Hahha. It's not an ordinary poem because it talks about OTHER poems but it is a poem itself. Hahahah. =]. But yes yes, hope you enjoy. It's been a minute since I posted a new poem so it was a must that I write. =] be back soon!

xoxo,
Kristine

funny, SQUARED.

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

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In tribute to the oh so veryyy funny "Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanomo Bay". I just HAD to post this poem. I was sooooooooo weak when Kumar was reciting this poem (watch it, and you'll understand why). I must say though, this poem is pretty clever and siiick. Hhahahaah, never read a poem that had to deal with math and love. Lmao. =] Interesting. Enjoy! And watch the movie, I highly recommend it if you need a good laugh lols. =]

xoxo,
Kristine

this much is True.

I Carry Your Heart With Me by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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So these 2 poems I heard on 'In Her Shoes' and I thought it they were both very beautiful. Also very meaningful=]. "I Carry Your Heart With Me" has become one of my favorite poems by far! It's hella deep and touching!! I'm prolly gonna use that poem for my wedding or something, on the realll lollls. And "One Art", yes, the art of losing isn't hard to master. All you gotta do is accept loss, and accept that it's okay to have loss. Haah anyway, I wanted to post famous poems since I haven't in a lil while. Enjoy! =]

xoxo,

Kristine

ALONEtime.

Written: April 23, 2008 @ 11:20pm

Free versing, just letting it all out,
I'm not sure what will come out of this.
It could possibly be the frustration I feel that
makes me want to shout,
or perhaps how some days I feel perfect, all bliss.
I'm not a sucker for together as one happiness,
but sometimes I think it's something worth having.
I don't know if I need someone to heal all this,
and I'm not sure if that thought will be a heart's stabbing.
See I'm in this position where I'm straddling
the good as well as the bad,
and it's all so confusing yet so satisfying.
I'm glad of what I went through and what I've had,
but I'm angry that from all of it I've made done my share of crying.
It's like I'm grasping life as it goes,
and I'm screaming que sera sera for a healing.
But I'm afraid that loneliness slowly shows,
and I'm closing my eyes in prayer, wishing.
What does it take for the perfect balance from each side,
and where smiles and frowns are equally being used.
Is the answer another soul for mines to confide,
or another reason to say my heart is renewed.

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Hmmm, haha I guess. Interesting where my mind is. Like I said, I love writing poetry because when I need to find myself, I can write and then realize exactly what I'm thinking in the back of my head and therefore work on whatever it is from there... My PERFECT remedy to sort out all the thinking, instead of pondering on it... Poetry let's you get things out that you didn't know you were even thinking, and it most definitely replenishes you.... Well, I can say that for me =]. Everyone has their own little remedies to get things off their mind... =] Okay, well til next time... Goodnight moon.

xoxo,
Kristine

UNreachable.

Written: April 15, 2008 @ 11:11pm

What do you do,

when you can't help but focus on something that's unreachable.
But when you do, it's as if it's screaming perfect.
It comes off as immaculate,
masterful,
untarnished,
plainly utopia.
I don't know what it is that compels me,
but i'm sure if it's so strong i should follow it.
At times I must admit,

I sigh to myself everytime it lingers in my head.
And I always look away from dreaming to come back to reality.
Call me crazy and insane for wanting something that's beyond me,
think i'm unbelievable because I see some hope floatin in the future.

What do you do,
If it's something that you've yearned for lately,

and it's not quite clear of why it's so stuck and engraved.

It's all so clear closed in my mind but once i open my eyes,

I can't help but wish I was dreaming again.
Everything seems so timeless and the seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days
all stop in time when i imagine it.
Unknowing to the reasons of these feelings,
foreign to the power that it has over my mind&heart.
Sometimes I want to scream out loud for even believing in chances,
and sometimes I throw my fists together to force myself to holdin it.

What do you do,

when something you want is something so far fetched.
I'm so intertwined with my thoughts,
so caught up in daydreaming.
Does it stop me from focusing on the now,
and does it hold me back from feeling what i want if i just let it.
I want something i can't reach,
and I'm so focused on touching it I can't keep my head on straight.
I'm believing,
hoping,
yearning,
just for that day to come for another chance,
a chance,
of which will be the most beautiful opportunity,
to say hello to Love again.

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Cupid's hit, and it's a hit that's so unreachable and is just all in a dream's works. Hahah. This is where, "Anything is possible, thats the beauty of living..." comes into play, but it's so far-fetched. Hahah. Peace easy guys.

xoxo,

Kristine

enCOURAGEment.

Written: April 4, 2008 @ 11:11pm

I sit.

I sit with my eyes closed and my hands to my head.

Many thoughts of my past flash back and forth.

I'm not selfish.

Selfish would be to ask why I've been hurt,

why I've smiled,

why I've achieved,

why I've failed.

I am not unworthy.

I am worthy for who's in my life,

worthy of the ups and downs that i've tasted,

worthy of the path I'm chosen to walk down.

I lay.

I lay down with my eyes averted to the ceiling.

In which I grasp the deals and decisions I've made.

I don't know where I'm going.

Only know where I've been,

enough to guide me from one step to the next.

I'm not ungrateful.

I am accepting to all things made for me,

all things that's not destined to be mine.

I am not unthankful.

I am glad for what has been given to me,

thankful for things I shouldn't come across.

I pray.

I pray with my hands clasped together in silence.

Why do I have this life,

I do not know but I live anyway.

Why does my heart open and close,

yet I still have it whole.

I am retrieiving empowerment,

absorbing every good and every bad.

I am not homeless,

for I have the shelter of love protecting me.

Who am I?
Who am I to regret that i'm living this life.
This life that's been given to me, without any questions asked.

I am not walking behind anyone,

nor am I a shadow.

I am dreaming, breathing, believing.

Life is my destiny and I accept.

I am I,

I am who I am,

I am,

simply,

Me.

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I don't know what I was gonna come out with when I started this poem. But apparently from finishing the poem and then re-reading it. It's basically a empowerment poem that basically has the underlying factor saying I know who I am and I'm thankful therefore I embrace it. =] I love writing because you never know what you're gonna write about, but once you're done and read it.. You are able to find out exactly what you're thinking and feeling at that very moment. It's a pretty sweet thing. You get to learn more about yourself=]. At least thats how I feel everytime I write... Haha, okay well goodnight then. I'm so tired!

xoxo,

Kristine

Touched.

Written by: Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.

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So, I just finished watching Tyler Perry's "Why Did I Get Married?" and Maya Angelou recited this poem in the movie. I thought it was such a beautiful poem I had to give props and post it=]. Sooo, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.

xoxo,

Kristine

Cute-sy.

Written: March 31, 2008 @ 12:34am

I wonder...
Why sometimes my sky isn't blue,
And bein lovesick aint come around like the flu
Why there's A little less cloudy days and
rain pourin down windowpanes
And a cure for this heartbreak disease took away the pain.

See, its because...
I found the perfect antidote,
And its helping my heart cope
I get the heebiejeebies when I take a dose
and the feelins makin me hold on close.

Also...
I don't think I'll ever feel ill,
Because I got the love-curin pill.
I don't think I'll catch the virus,
Because there's not one moment of it I'd want to miss.

And lastly...
I'm not bed-ridden with pain,
Because this loves given me more gain.
And I'm not dealin with life-support,
Because this love's worth every living effort.

It's a fact...
That I'm feelin a good kind of lovesick,
And it's the type where its the best out of the pick.
Its the type love where it's worth dying for,
Because you want to be reborn to feel it once more.

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I figured that the last few poems were a little sappy, and I was feelin good last night so I thought I should write a happy poem ahah=]. Hope you enjoy. I actually kinda like it, it's kinda cute ahha=]

xoxo,

Kristine

the ill-Love writing Jones.

Written: March 27, 2008 @ 11:52pm

I think i'm losing my taste, i'm not feening for it,
it's sweetness becomes sour to the tip of the tongue.

I think i'm losing my sense of smell, i'm immune to it's essence,
it's aroma becomes so blandly unpleasant.

I think i'm losing my sight of seeing, i'm becoming blind to it's path,
it's clearly laid out plan to see begins to blur right in front of me.

I think i'm losing my feeling, i'm becoming numb to it's touch,
it's softness against my skin becomes ever so rough.

I think i'm losing my ability to hear, i'm becoming deaf to it's reasons,
it's loud piercing through my ears becomes quite passive.

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So emo. Hahah. Ehh well, i hate tom. It's always the time of the month where I think too much ahaha. Anyway, brownie points for you if you know who or what im talking about in this poem...=]

xoxo,

Kristine

Sappy, oh please.

Written: March 27, 2008 @ 12:01am

Oh, please.
How I long for an everyday sunshine,
the rays strectching farther and farther with life.
It's been days on end with the rain,
and Im asking for an umbrella to shelter me.
What does it take for a streak of happy days,
and a constant smile for no reason at all.
I feen for a melody that plays quite simple,
yet it still is intricate in every word's detail.
Never have I rushed with the wind,
more mellow with a coat wrapped around me.
With closed eyes I begin to picture,
a million and one together except me.
Questions become true statements and,
truth becomes something i dont want anymore.
I begin to see a different light,
and it's shine begins to dull from the clouds.
Time becomes a bestfriend more and more,
yet for some reason i want to dismiss the friendship.
Moments pass by and I overlook it,
and overlooking it becomes more of a routine.

Oh please.
When will the moonlight dance off my eyes,
and when will the darkness become my light?
Is there a moment that's a moment too close,
and is it a reason for me to hold on to?
Should a weary and thin line become strong,
for it won't be broken by vulnerability?
Patience is wearing thin every second,
and my seconds turn into days on end.
Good I've been so repeatedly,
but with honesty I'm done with good.
Yearning for the perfect isn't idealed,
but seeing imperfect to become perfect is strived for.
Done with seeing the virtue in patience,
and believing that impatience is what triggers all this.
Never naive to accept just the regular,
but looking way down deep for the exquisite.
I remember to not settle for whatever and just wait,
Because someday, somewhere, all that's left is fate.

Oh please, love.

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Can you tell why the title of this blog is called "Sappy"? Hahaha mmm. I think TOM is coming because i'm hella emo and craving everything! hahhahahahaha. Oh and the picture up there i thought was pretty sick. it is kinda relevant to this poem, but not that drastic though ahha. Digggg.

xoxo,

Kristine

Happy, go lucky.

Heyy! Today was a really good day. It's been a minute ever since I really genuinely had a good day! Haha I must say... There were many good events one after another. Some I can't believe that actually happened, but hey you know...Surprises and things that are unexpected bring the best!! Today was sweeet! From being with my bestfriends who I haven't seen in a while, from just sittin out in the nature chillen, from having good conversation with *a cheezy smile* running from left to right on my face (hahahaha=P).A good day in general brings the natural high, the endorphins, and all that leading to some good ol' happiness. Mm, yahfeel!! *Smiles. Lols. Very gooood day, very much so.Haha, anyway. I was going through my sidekick notes and I came across a free-verse that i'm actually hella diggin. It's kind of interesting how most my free-verses that I've written talk about the sky so much... I'm beginning to wonder what it means...

See I want to fly across the skies, so light and dreamy. Just so free and carelessly. I want to sail across the ocean, so rhythmic and accordingly. Touchin bases with the moon and the glimmer off the water.Shadowin you, guiding me. I came to touch the tips of your mind and dive in deep as your toes rummage against the frailty with grains of sand. I notice the sunlight dancin off your eyes and I see the moonlight trailin off some kind of mystery. Mystifying amongst the fog of an unknown path,but gradually chasin and searchin for the clearing to create a perfect history. A creation waiting to be discovered through the twinkling splinters and the definite arrays of the scorching sun. Let it be known.Ready to free fall into the unknown and scratch the surface of the ongoing depths. Trip, stumble, fall. Trip.... stumble.... FALL.....Hard...with no strings attached.

That free-verse screams "I'm ready to give so much to offer... Bring it!!!" Oh jeeeeezus, very dramatic! hahahaha just kidding...Haha, anyway... Until tomorrow most likely... Peace easyyy=]

xoxo,

Kristine

s'LENTover.

Yesss, I can start writing poetry again! Lent is now over, and now I can get back to the daily routine of spittin some words in rhymes for you. Haaha, well not really. I like to say "spoken word" instead of rhymes. Haha, anyway. I'm just going to go ahead and type whatever comes to mind, I have hella shit that I've been meaning to get down into words so aiight let's go. =]. I'm gonna free verse.

its been a minute since i floated on the clouds
where i'm just sittin peacefully with
serenity surrounding me
i know it may seem a bit absurd
and i know that i may be reachin a bit too far
but tell me is it too much to ask
for a little bit of fulfillment
see i'm not someone who usually
preaches and wishes
i'm more of the come let it rain down on me
and more of the sweet little meldoy
that plays softly and patiently
but im gettin a bit too restless
and i'm beginning to grow a bit
futher from tenderness
see the clouds is what i strive for
and it's carelessness in the sky is the
exact thing im startin to run towards
i'm diggin and shovelin up what i was before
i'm takin the past and all the same old shit
and coverin it up with a tombstone
now im not sayin that i'm going to
let the thunder come down
or the mountains to move just
because i'm feenin for change
i'm too prideful and full of mistakes
learned from to let it all tear me up
the cream of the crop isn't what i'm needin
nor the tippy top of the pinnacle
nah, im just searchin for the
wrong one whos my right
because in a world of imbalance
the lesson cant be taught nor learned
without seein the black and white
and plainly, the lesson is seeing
the rainbow after the rain

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Soooooooooooo, yes yes. Just a few thoughts lingering in my head and I guess that's how it came out. Hahah. I find it interesting how you can just let words flow out of your head and then once you've finished and re-read it your like, "wow, am i really thinkin that way right now?" hahahaah. yeahhhh alllrighttyy, that's enough for tonight. i'm gonna watch a movie and then knock out, i'm feelin kind of nauseated =[. haha anyway, HAPPY EASTER! =]

xoxo,
Kristine

FORTUNE-ate.

I came across 2 interesting things worth posting for today. Digg it.

This is from Post Secret, I thought it was cute and interesting. How often do you come across a fortune cookie that actually says something that has meaning? Hahaha. =]

And lastly, a quote...

"I believe that everything happens for a reason; People change so that you can learn to let go; things go wrong so that you can appreceiate them when they're right; you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe

If there's anything that I've learned in these 19 years of living, it's the fact that life throws everything at you. And what I mean by "everything" is that good, sad, cunniving, forceful, joyful, exhiliarating, stressful, loving, caring, stupid, aggressive, unbelieveable, accepting, dishonest and WORTH IT type shit. Feel me? =]. So take life as it is, and take everything that passes you by because you only live once.

xoxo,

Kristine

Poppin the cherry.

Ayeee! Wow, so I finally joined the "blogger" community. I was so stuck on xanga. Lol, but I think I'm going to like this site better. Haha. I'm going to leave my xanga up still because I have all my poems on there. But from this moment on, I'll be posting here. With poems, pictures and all that good stuff. Yadigg? Haha. Okay. Since it's my first time on here, i'm poppin the blogger.com cherry! Hahaha=] What better way to start this off by with one of the best female lyricist's out there, miss lauryn hill=]

Motives and Thoughts - Lauryn Hill

Rotating bodies, confusion of sound
Negative imagery, holding us down
Social delusion, clearly constructed
Human condition, morals corrupted
Trapped in reaction, lawlessness war
Dissatisfaction from bowels to core
Devil’s technology, strategy for
Human mythologies, urban folklore
Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure
Wicked theology, robbing the poor
Scheme demonology mislead the pure
Strictly strategically studying war
Light shown in darkness, image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
Lustful this hustle turn humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble and woes
It’s the mind that they chose
Its designed to stay closed
Standard of jokers, court just a logic
Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college

Primitive man with civilize knowledge
System collapse and he still won’t acknowledge

God is the saviour, studies behavior
Trying to fix the mix mind that he gave ya
Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds
Wishing their problems were all in their heads
Morale dilemma, pride is the root
Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth
Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead
Imperially led, by the gods in their heads

Motives and thoughts

Industrial wealth
Global economy, in it for self
Heart full of madness, covered with kind
Pleasure designed to take over your mind
Furnished in godliness, painted in good
This tainted priesthood got real saints misunderstood
While classes in government, set up the veil
And cultivate minds for more mythical tales
Typical Hollywood follies good girl
While vice and corruption take over the world

Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts

Blind with the wickedness, deep in your heart
Modern day wickedness is all you’ve been taught
Lied to your neighbors, so you get ahead
Modern day trickery is all you’ve been fed

Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts

xoxo,
Kristine